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We head toward the A635. We have heard reports of a tea van in a lay-by. Will it be there? Could it be that small white blob in the distance?
Yes!! This is no ordinary tea van. The tea is served in large china mugs and the food is exceptional including home-made cakes. The proprietor has a whistle which he blows as each order is ready so in bad weather customers can sit in their cars while their burger is cooking. No need today. We sit in the sunshine and enjoy two mugs of tea. I have parkin, Charl has a burger.
We cross the A62 and soon arrive at Globe Farm our planned destination of yesterday. Ah well, best laid .... as they say.
We awake to the sound of howling wind and heavy rain. According to the forecast this is going to continue and it does. We decide it will be best to stay put. This turns out to be a wise decision as several couples turned back and one individual had to return home after straining a muscle fighting the wind on Blackstone Edge.
We spend most of the day in the tent feeling rather depressed. We have now used three of our “spare” days and have barely started.
We swap many “Black Hill” stories. One Dutch girl, travelling on her own, got stuck fast in liquid peat and began to sink. She said she remembered a survival technique for escaping from quicksand which involves lying on your stomach and using a swimming action. Anyway, she lived to tell the tale. We also note that many people walked round it!
The Globe Farm site itself is worthy of an RSPB reserve and is full of bird tables and feeders.
Well, at least we have done our washing and dried our wet clothes from the first day.
Along the edge we are continually battling against the wind, there is still rain in the air but conditions underfoot are easy.
The weather begins to improve. We continue on good paths toward the Warland Reservoir where we brew up and have lunch.
There is an initial steep descent and then some soggy walking through pasture. The final stretch is down through beautiful woodland. We reach our destination for the day but discover, after searching for quite some time, the campsite where we intended to stay has closed down! Not what you want to hear after fifteen miles of windy walking. We enter the Woodman have a pint (or two) and decide to stay the night.